Don't ask me what is it that I want.
I don't want.
I can't want.
I can't hope.
Only hearts plead for something.
Something called Love.
Only hearts want,
Only hearts hope.
But I have none.
All I have is pieces of what it once was.
A heart that pulsed for you.
Something that gave me feeling.
Now I cannot.
I can't feel.
I can't love.
I can't want.
I have no heart to plead,
I have no one to plead to.
I am as empty as nothingness,
And nothing doesn't want anything.
For simply,
For merely,
It is just,
Nothing.